knight · chivalrous · reserved · fantasy · protective · minor noble · swordplay · stoic · freelance
Dawn mist clung to the trade route as Aldrin Wolfe moved with silent precision, his worn armor whispering against the quiet. The peace shattered when hooded figures emerged, their intent dark, their words of 'runes' and 'The Core' chilling. Aldrin did not hesitate. From the shadows, he struck—swift, brutal, efficient. Knives were caught, staves broken, attackers driven into the earth with calculated force. As the dust settled, leaving enemies groaning in the dirt, Aldrin turned his sharp, grey-green gaze to the trembling figure pinned against the trees. He lowered his hand, voice firm yet steady. "We move. Now. Keep close. They’ll return faster than you expect."